Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 983 Tushan Empress
Murong Ji was stunned, then smiled brightly. The art of medicine is indeed a long tradition, and Murong Ji is also a master in this art.

Sometimes, the Dao of Alchemy and the Dao of Medicine are not separated. People who have a talent for medicine also have a talent for Alchemy.

In essence, it is the law of the birth and death of all things.

Murong Ji then saw that his adopted son was saying something in Shennong's ear, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

He looked at Yin Changsheng with a warning, feeling somewhat unhappy, and told him to mind his own business.

Then he thought about it and felt a little surprised. Hongyun has always been popular.

Shennong turned his head and glanced at Murong Ji, his pair of fish eyes looking at him carefully.

Then we looked at the black Taoist robe that Murong Ji was wearing, which was painted with golden cloud patterns and flowing cloud patterns.

The lotus crown on his head is both a crown and a Taoist robe.

He was startled and took a few steps forward very quickly. Shennong was not very old, but the clothes he wore made him look a little old.

Shennong stepped forward cautiously, bowed to Murong Ji, and then asked, "Excuse me, are you the ancestor of the human king, Jiang?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, glared at the little bastard, and then glanced at Shennong.

Without answering, he walked forward with his hands behind his back. Shennong hurriedly followed him and asked in a low voice behind Murong Ji: "Did the king find anything?"

"This plague came out strangely. There must be a group of people plotting against our human race. I have investigated several times over the past few days, but I have not been able to find the cause and reason."

Murong Ji suddenly stopped, looked back, and saw Shennong following him.

"What do you think about these plagues?"

Shennong remained silent, but could not say anything.

For a moment, Murong Ji was a little disappointed. Hong Yun was not a fool. On the contrary, he was very strong among the innate saints.

It's just that he is a good-natured guy with a peaceful state of mind, which makes him seem a little weak.

In fact, he was able to join forces with Li Kang, Di Jun and Dong Huang and not be at a disadvantage. If it weren't for the Dong Huang Bell suppressing him at the side, I'm afraid he wouldn't have died.

Let’s not talk about other things, just the name of the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd alone will give you an idea of ​​its power. How could such a killing weapon be made by a coward? !

Murong Ji wondered in his heart, was it because of reincarnation? Or was it because his soul was damaged and had not recovered?

"I'm afraid the king will laugh at me if I tell you this. I do have some ideas about these plagues. They can be cured with common herbs in the human world. However... the foreign enemies of the human race are the most terrifying."

Murong Ji's eyes lit up and he grabbed Shennong. Suddenly, he was stunned.

Bloodline inheritance! ?

He actually felt the blood inheritance, and looked at Shennong carefully. For a moment, his face was full of surprise. He was actually his direct bloodline? !

Where is this?
Why didn't he remember that he had offspring in the human world? !
Is there someone plotting this? !

“Your last name is Jiang!??”

Shennong was a little embarrassed and nodded: "There are rumors among our ancestors that they are the direct descendants of the king. I..."

Murong Ji looked at his guilty expression, raised his eyebrows again and again, glanced at Yin Changsheng, and asked again: "Who told you that?!"

Shennong Nono didn't say a word, as if he was an introverted and shy person who couldn't even fart.

Murong Ji's face darkened, and just as he was about to scold, he heard Shennong say, "Of course it's Fuxi Emperor! Fuxi Emperor once told our ancestors that the Lieshan tribe is the direct bloodline of the king, and it will be passed down from generation to generation as the king of men!"

Murong Ji's expression changed, and suddenly he looked at Yin Changsheng!

The Lieshan tribe was the tribe that was given to Yin Changsheng by Suiren for his military achievements in his previous lives.

[Could it be that Fuxi had calculated Yin Changsheng's identity? ! !] Thinking about it carefully, it is really possible!

Fuxi passed the throne to the Lieshan tribe, I'm afraid he had other purposes. Murong Ji sighed helplessly, this is the horror of Fuxi, who can outsmart him? !
Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at Shennong and said calmly: "In the future, the human race will still have to choose virtuous people to abdicate."

Shennong nodded hurriedly, and Murong Ji continued: "Since you have an idea, just go ahead and implement it. Why bother talking to me?"

Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something, and handed a book on poisons and a book on medicine that he had been holding to Shennong, asking him to study them himself.

There are many medicinal herbs in the ancient world, and it is impossible for Murong Ji to study them thoroughly by himself. Let Shennong figure it out.

It can also be regarded as delegating the inheritance to the lower levels of the human race.

The opportunity was given to Shennong. Whether he could achieve the same level as Fuxi and occupy a place by relying on merit and luck depended on his own luck.

Murong Ji didn't have the habit of feeding food to other people's mouths.

Murong Ji walked down the mountain and gradually disappeared along the winding path.

Shen Nong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his performance was still recognized by the Human King. Looking at the two books in his hands, he laughed to himself.

When going down the mountain, Murong Ji looked back slightly and felt something passing by the grass on the side of him, so he stopped and looked into the grass behind him.

Soon, a stupid fox was seen.

Nujiao! For a moment, Murong Ji couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He looked up and found that Shennong and others had also gone down the mountain.

Nujiao, you came here for Shennong. Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Nujiao jumped up and rushed to Shennong's side. In an instant, she was blown away by the huge luck of the Human King.

A mouthful of blood spilled in the air. How could a little demon like her violate the authority of the Human King? !

Murong Ji sighed, and used an invisible force to directly hold her back. He used his own power to suppress the luck of the Human King, allowing Nu Jiao to get close to him.

"Who is it?!" The guards on both sides shouted angrily, revealing their cultivation in full force, rising up into the sky, showing the strength of Taiyi Zhenxian!
Nujiao, her own cultivation level is that of Taiyi Immortal!
After seeing Nujiao's figure clearly, the spear with a cold glow was aimed straight at Nujiao's vital points.

Shennong frowned and waved his hand, signaling them not to be nervous. He could still deal with such a small demon.

"Who are you?! Why do you come to see me?!"

Nujiao took a few steps forward, but she was crawling in front of Shennong in the form of a fox.

"Your Majesty! I am the mountain god of Tushan, and was conferred the title by His Majesty the Emperor Jiang... the Great Emperor of Tushan!" As he said that, he took out his imperial seal and handed it forward for Shennong to verify.

Shennong took a closer look and found that it was indeed a true god. For a moment, his brows relaxed and he wanted to help the girl up. The luck of the Human King was indeed making it difficult for her to breathe.

Not even a word can be said.

Shennong was helpless and took another step back, "You speak first."

"My Lord! Little Demon has a message to deliver! The one who spread the plague is an innate divine being!"

"He is holding a strange clock in his hand. It seems to be an innate spiritual treasure. What grade is it? I can't tell."

"When the bell sounded, the plague spread throughout a thousand miles... The plague wasn't very powerful, but without cultivation, ordinary humans would have their bodies heated up and their lives would be wasted."

Shennong's whole body trembled, his eyes darkened slightly, and murderous intent filled his whole body, revealing his strength as a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Do you remember what that person looks like?"

Nujiao sketched the man's appearance on the ground, then knelt down and kowtowed, then rushed back into the bushes and disappeared.

Only Shennong and others were left, looking at the human figure on the ground with frowns.

"My lord, this witch's words should not be trusted!"

Shennong waved his hand and said, "It's true. Not everyone can pretend to be the first human king. The king hasn't left yet, so this fox demon dare not act presumptuously!"

"If my guess is correct, when the king came down the mountain, he must have encountered this fox demon, and she is undoubtedly a true god."

Shennong waved his hand and the human figure on the ground disappeared, then he took people away.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze, somewhat surprised. This Shennong was a little different from what he had imagined.

Thinking back to the human figure just now, he frowned slightly, "It has nine heads... Demon Saint Xiangliu? It doesn't look like it..."

After the war between wizards and liches, many demon saints disappeared and no one knew whether they were alive or dead. At least, they were not seen among the corpses collected.

Furthermore, there are many nine-headed monsters in this world, such as the Nine-headed Pheasant Spirit, the Nine-headed Saint of later generations, and the Nine-headed Insect...

Murong Ji's mind moved, and then his pupils shrank. The Nine-headed Insect... He remembered that this person had a close relationship with the dragon clan!

Then, his eyes fell on the direction where Nujiao left, and he tapped his feet and followed her.

The girl staggered as she quickly shuttled through the woods. Unable to bear the pain in her body, she stumbled and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

He gasped for air for a long time before he felt better. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart and vomited blood. In the blood, there were countless pieces of internal organs...

He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale, only then did he feel better.

The king of the human race has good fortune to protect him, and is suppressed by the Fulong Ding. His own strength may be weak, but if other cultivators want to touch him, they can forget about it without the strength of a quasi-saint!
Nu Jiao slowly exhaled, stood up again, and after taking two steps, she saw a person standing in front of her.

He was so scared that his whole body trembled, and with a plop, he knelt on the ground again.

"Nujiao, pay your respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "I have already abdicated, so don't call me Your Majesty."

"Are you the king of Tushan now?"

"My Lord... My Lord, the old ancestor has passed away and he has passed the throne to me."

Nu Jiao knocked her head to the ground, then raised her head slightly to look at Murong Ji. Seeing that he had a blank expression on his face, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Murong Ji nodded, then walked towards Nujiao, squatted in front of her, clamped her chin and lifted it slightly.

Looking at this face, it is absolutely beautiful... It does not have the pure lustful charm of the fox clan, but it is more dignified than other fox clans.

A very pleasing face.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked at Nujiao's face carefully. Foxes are always charming, both men and women are charming.

(End of this chapter)